Presence

It lingers like a ghost,
teasing my tears.
They threaten to spill over,
your presence is gone.
I don't cry over you,
because I hate you.
I don't wish things were different,
because they don't need to be.
I just wish you never existed,
because your presence lingers
like a ghost.
And I hate the fact that
I miss you, only because
I miss someone caring for me
the way you did.